Main Character Hides His Strength

before Prontorowa.
When that human looked at him indifferently without any emotion in his eyes, Prontorowa felt a strong compulsion to bend his knee and beg for his life, but his pride as a High Devil stopped him.
Instead, he managed to muster up some dignity as he opened his mouth.

“T-That’s right, you lowly human!”

Sungchul’s response to the devil was Fal Garaz.
As the hammer rose, Prontorowa tried to call out every magic known to him, but the hammer moved faster than his lips.
Fal Garaz’s head met Prontorowa’s mouth.
His jaw bone flew out of his skull, and his tongue that had been bent like a snake was pulled out in its entirety after being caught by the hammer.

“Kuuu….”

The leader of a hundred thousand devils met his end without being able to put up any struggle.
Sungchul scraped off the disgusting offal from his hammer and looked toward the devils before putting up a serious question.

“… Who’s next.”

None of the devils dared to meet him.
Hundred thousand… no, now a number much lower than that fell back in retreat leaving behind a single man on an empty battlefield.

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“Sungchul, that bastard.
How did he get that strong? The bastard’s strength is on a different level than the Sungchul we knew.”

Executor Aquiroa spat out profanities as she looked away from the scrying orb.

“…Definitely powerful.
Even Kha’nes who is known as the most powerful recluse would be no match for him.”

Shamal was of a similar opinion.
Currently, no one could stop Sungchul.
This gathering of powerful people in an undisclosed location was now coming to a consensus.

“There is now a need to utilize every method known to us to stop that beast.”

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There was a sense of urgency in Aquiroa’s voice.
If that monster managed to reach the Devil King, his life would be forfeit and according to the Scroll of Calamity, the Seven Heroes would awaken at the death of the Devil King.
Not one, but seven individuals whose strength were known to be equal to or exceeding the Devil King would awaken.
The chaos wrought at their hands would be unprecedented.
At the very least, that had to be stopped.

Aquiroa and the others each held their own thoughts as they returned to their territories.
The only ones now remaining were Shamal Rajput and his subordinates.
Shamal looked at the young man assimilated into the shadows with vacant eyes as he spoke.

“…How is it, Kaz Almeira? Can you do it?”

Kaz shook his head at Shamal’s question.

“That is not an opponent I can beat.
I feel that it is rather a blessing to have survived an attack of such an existence and lived.”

Kaz who had been burning with vengeance could feel its flames simmer as he witnessed Sungchul’s divine might.

Shamal turned his head toward Sujin.

“How about you?”

She couldn’t reply to his question for a brief moment.
It was because it was difficult for her to accept the identity of the Enemy of the World.

‘If that man was the Enemy of the World, just what have I done? Why did I not recognize that the man was the Enemy of the World? If it was going to be this way, why did I even bother coming back in time?’

Shame had enveloped her heart in darkness.
She only managed to regain her senses after Shamal called out her name a second time.

“Ahmuge.
I asked your thoughts.”

Suijn finally realized that Shamal was calling out to her, and spoke out in surprise.

“I can’t handle him yet.”

Sujin replied as such, but she was different than Kaz.
She looked directly at Shamal as she spoke in an unperturbed manner.

“However, when the opportunity arises and if I manage to get the strength to pierce his heart, I will be able to put an end to the Calamity that he will bring.”

A faint smile rose and left Shamal’s lips.
He could still remember it clearly.
The moment when he had met the woman called Ahmuge.
It was at the the Castle of the Assassin’s Guild, also known as the ‘Forbidden Palace’.
An intruder had managed sneak into the sect leader’s sleeping quarters located at the center of the castle without being detected.

The woman boldly held a cheap dagger aimed at Shamal Rajput known as the King of all Assassins.
Shamal realized Ahmuge’s existence only when the end of her cold blade had touched his neck.
This accomplishment wasn’t brought about by strength nor ability, but rather a privilege that could only be earned by those with the unseen blessings, divine blessings, or similar soul contracts.
Shamal could see Ahmuge’s usefulness as an assassin in a single glance and lent his ear to her story.

Her future had been different compared to those that crossed through the threshold of time for their own personal benefit.
There were some amusing and shocking details within.
The particular detail about Sungchul, his old comrade, being the one to bring the end of the world was enough to draw the cold blooded Shamal’s interest.

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“I came from the future to kill him.
The Enemy of the World.
Killing that man is the life mission which I cannot be dissuaded from and also the sole reason I have come to live in this foreign world.”

Ahmuge or Sujin Lee bowed as she spoke with resolve.
Shamal nodded and looked toward the north with vacant eyes.

“When the time comes, an opportunity will arrive.
However, the time is not now.
But do not fret.
Your heart’s desire will come to pass soon.”

Shamal disappeared in a puff of smoke after those words.

At the same hour, Sungchul was now situated in the middle of Harupaya Ridge in between two hostile factions.
In front of him was the brazen devil army that was still occupying the wilderness, but they didn’t dare to attack Sungchul.
The problem was the factions situated behind him.

“Enemy of the World! Return Fal Garaz! Only then will we spare your life!”

They were the survivors of the dwarf, elf, and human allied forces that had been fighting alongside him just a moment ago.
They spat out every threat and insult they could muster first, then followed up with arrows and catapults.

Sungchul looked at his former comrades attacking him with disinterest.
A single arrow split his hair and stuck onto the ground.

“…”

He knew that it would end this way, and that was why he was hesitant.
Hesitant to help his fellow fighters that were fighting with him under the same banner.

“This is too much.
Really.
Why are they acting like this? Even after you saved them?”

Bertelgia asked, her angry voice filled with frustration.

“Why are they doing this to you?”

It was then that a massive artillery shot, fired from the dwarven camp, flew past Sungchul and caused a large explosion.
When the explosion subsided, Sungchul was visible again without so much as a scratch on his clothing.

Sungchul raised Fal Garaz high into the air and struck the ground.
Powerful quakes shook the earth, and the artillery placed on the unsteady ground fell over causing a massive explosion.

The dwarf-elf allied forces were scared stiff by Sungchul’s actions and retreated.

Sungchul who had managed to silenced one of the sides looked toward the devil army still stationed within the wilderness as he stood his ground at the peak of Harupaya Ridge.
The wind blowing down from the mountain rustled his clothing and hair gently as it blew past.

Once silence fell over the battlefield, Sungchul looked down toward it and spoke in a firm voice.

“This is my fate.”